Do you see the bloodshed in this fell war?
Have you forgotten our faithful men calling your name?
While I lay down a crimson rose While holding hands are forced apart While hopes bog like condemned men
As your hand's turning old and weak I'm giving myself upon to thee A futile sacrifice gone sere
These grey stone walls are cold and silent As the fallen mother gone deaf Mistress of shattered hopes And forever broken dreams
As your hand's turning old and weak I'm giving myself upon to thee A futile sacrifice gone sere
Epo, Epo, why has thou forsaken me? Into thy hand I commend my spirit Together we go down with our people
As your hand's turning old and weak I'm giving myself upon to thee A futile sacrifice gone sere